Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
-Hunter S. Thompson
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Furst to inquire about rates?
Which corner/casino does she hang at?
Nice curves.
Despite the nice curves, this is pick-up truck hubris.
Like four wheel drive trucks that never leave pavement, this 'hooker' has probably never pulled anything other than a slot machine arm.
Which corner/casino does she hang at?
I guess I should have mentioned that this is the Mandalay Bay parking lot on the Strip.
time for some geo-cache tags?
(or in the case of hookers, geo-cash)
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